MISC MUMBLE: How is it I see Jesus... as a brother not a Brother?
There is a certain commonality
among all souls...
it's about life minus personality
and loving roles...
EGO PERSONALITY = DENIAL'S RACE
DENIAL'S RACE = FALL FROM GRACE
Let us wisely
that spirit having a human experience
that human having a spiritual experience
the difference is a vast void where truth's lost
the soul loses vibrational position, a big cost
ALLOW THE SOUL TO SOAR
BY ITS VIBRATIONAL SCORE...
WINNING POINTS ARE WON
WHERE WITHIN LIES A SUN
From my view...
my brother Jesus
was the ultimate example
of how each of us can humbly achieve...
our soul's redemption
if only each of us would simply believe...
BELIEVE TO ACHIEVE
There comes a unique moment in time
a point-of-no-return in life's rhythm-n-rhyme
where the human being surrenders their all
to fulfill a soul's mission
by a choiced permission
and redeemed is their soul from further fall
as vibrating integrity built by hearted choice
begins the stairway ascent in fullest rejoice
WHAT IS TIME BUT A MEASURE FOR DENIAL
WHAT IS DENIAL BUT A MEASURE FOR EGO
Some part of me says, "Better not share this post it may hit a few brick walls or bounce you off the site." But there's this other part of me that 'knows' I am to allow this to unfold in THIS moment for reasons yet known to me. The urge or compulsion from deep within is NOT to be denied, but honored for the purpose being served by it's emergence.
As I sit here having a bowl of hot thick-cut oatmeal with blueberries from the plants in my front garden area, I can't help but see how blessed I am. For some though they'd look at my life and exclaim, "Boy I wouldn't do it that way or how does she do it that way?" At times it's a challenge living on a limited income but many folks are doing it that way now. Most moments I am deeply and humbly lovin' it!
I don't heat my home at night, no need since I'm slumbering away under very warm blankets. Having bare hardwood floors adds to the cold creeping in as does not having any curtains or drapes hanging. My choice! Thankfully our summers still remain on the mild side while the growing season is shorter than some.
Just like my big indoor houseplants and the plants outdoors, I MUST have light to feel alive. And I must be the Light to live the life that truly counts, that of a spiritual being having a human experience. I've always been a tad unconventional, the puzzle piece that didn't ever quite fit a space, the loose screw, that loose goose indeed. I love geese but as a child you always knew when you were nearing a goose nest, boy howdie!
Unlike many other homes, my walls are all white, a nice contrast to the lowest grade of oak tongue n groove hardwood comprising my floors; except in bathrooms. Such a pretty wood, especially this lower grade as you get to enjoy all the knots, grains and colors. I think it's the unpredictability of it I like. And on the mornings the sun shines into my house from it's rise in the east, I'll have various rainbows flitting about on those white walls. Sunny afternoons have similar rainbows cast into the living room from the crystals hanging out on the front porch. Thankfully my house faces a southerly direction and I get maximum sun when it's out.
My porch is like another room, an extension or expression of me. It was a labor of love bringing it to it's current efficient use of space and purpose. It's adorned by many 'found' treasures, countless hearts, cats and butterflies are the porche's 'wall paper'. Many wintry moments have been spent out there soaking in sun's glorious rays of nourishment. Many times during a lightning storm I'll go out there to suck up some negative ions from that electrified sweet air the preceeds the storm front. I also envision, now that I'm writing again, many 'ahaa' moments will unfold out there as I allow writing to nourish me again. It feeds me. It excites me on a cellular level, it opens my heart wider, expands my vibrational integrity and spiritually educates me, all at the same time.
But I'd best get on subject... loose thoughts can take me off course and into a rambling mumble, which can be a good thing, just not the intended one here. So let's get back to the subject of my brother Jesus...
I must be totally truthful in regards to the belief system I have in place. I have not, as yet, read the Bible. I once tried but for me getting past all the thee's, thou's, thy's and old grammar, was an definite attention span breaker. Especially since my NDE, I have become and proudly so, a 'bottom line' kind of person I guess. Life's too short to sweat the 'petty details' and everything is a petty detail but look around to see how few see it so.
I've always felt 'connected' to earth, perhaps because as a farmer's kid you walk barefoot in dirt all the time, or because I would climb trees, hugging them all the while. My known spiritual connection happened much much later. Since much of my childhood is still a blank for me, I can't explore how connected I might have been in other ways. I trust than when I'm readied, memories will flood over me and yet more healings take place. This I welcome and for to heal is to be evermore real.
I was not involved with religious dogma ever, however I have many fond memories of attending summer vacation Bible school sessions with the neighbor boy during my younger years. Being a tomboy, he and I were best buddies and together we created many happy memories(many uniques ones for a later post).I remember all the folks involved in those summer VBS sessions to be kind, gentle, caring, not ever demanding, preachy or judgmental of me. And still to this day, while happily attending a friend in a flower garden, I'll catch myself humming 'Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so'....
Mom had my three children baptized in her church and bought each of them and myself a Living Bible, which I might say I still possess. Although she didn't attend services on a regular basis, her beliefs were strong and always in place. When Mom was very ill she often spoke of Jesus being in the room with her, how He would sit on the end of her bed to comfort her and bring her to be filled with peace. I hope my Mom is there for me when I return to my Home on High. She was such a good mother and as I've said in another post, the saving grace for me and my childhood. Although some part of her had to know of the misguided affection of a father toward his daughter.
My first real experience with my brother Jesus came several years after my spiritual reawakening in late 1987. It happended while living with my folks following my mysterious physical attack in late 1990. As I was writing one day, stuff was freely pouring out of me as it does most times, and the name Salandra come through the keyboard. "What's this all about?" I asked myself. Hmmmmm, well it just sort of stayed in the back of my mind for a couple years until I started writing alot and self-publishing certain portions of those writings. I thought why not use that name, but I dropped the R and it became Salanda, pronounced sa-lawn-dah. I changed my given name of Cheryl to Salanda when moving to the coast almost 20 years ago now. I believe in another post I've shared that story about the significance behind my urge to remove the 'R' from Salanda. One of my bigger 'ahaa' moments for sure!
From the very beginning it 'felt' really really right to me, the name Salanda that is. In fact now, when I have to sign Cheryl which isn't very often anymore, the pen drags on and even sort of rips the paper, really I am not kidding. Vibrationally Salanda fits me. Of course the family continued calling me Cheryl, which was and still is perfectly fine. But folks here on the coast don't know of that name so to them I am Salanda. One day while with the folks and in healing mode, I was sitting outside on the lawn under a tree, letting my mind drift off. Suddenly a thought flitted through my mind that the name Salanda was too close to a name some people associated with Jesus in those days, that of Sananda. I thought to myself, "I can't use a name that's so close to one given to Jesus, afterall I'm just an Oregon farmer's kid.
Well later that evening while lying in bed drifting off again before falling asleep, I did alot of drifting during those recuperative days, I began sensing a certain energy in the room. Strong but gentle, insistent by loving it felt to be This loving and peaceful feeling quickly overwhelmed and enveloped me. I sat up in bed and sort of turned my legs out over the edge of the bed thinking I'd best get grounded somehow. Sitting there I could still feel a certain presence and just as I was about to get up, I felt a very warm, penetrating and invigorating sensation coming from the top of my right thigh.
It was as though a hand was resting there and I knew I was being visited by a very special friend. Soon a voice said to me, "Salanda, think of the 'L' in your new name as the love you are to share." And the soft voice quickly added, "I am your brother Sananda or Jesus to some, in the Light of Divine love, and you are my sister within that Light. I say to you, go well and go wisely dear heart!" Goose bumps immediately covered every inch of my body. I felt the hair on my head sort of lift and I might have been floating off the bed a little, was too overwhelmed by the moment to notice, but I felt as though I might be experiencing a 'lift off'.
Since those magnificent moments that late November evening, Jesus has always felt like a human brother on earth to me. Not like the exhalted ultimate example of the vibrationally ascended Brother Jesus. I resonate with this brother's essence very deeply, feel a true kinship with Jesus now. In fact if this brother were to return right now, stand next to me, he'd say to me, "Hey, how ya' doin'? Good to see you've brought your heart and soul to integrate, feels good doesn't it? Well, keep on keepin' on, and thanks for not putting me on a pedistal above you, as we are equal in the eyes of our Createor!"
So if I offend anyone here because of this post, let me apologize and I do so with all of my heart and right now in this moment. At the same time I wish you to know that I must do it this way or compromise who've I've allowed my Self to become. This 'becoming', my soul's journey Home has happened through much soul searching, a very deep trust in that which lies beyond human sight and being true to my Self. I truly mean no disrespect toward anyone here, nor is it my intention to demean any other's beliefs. Please believe me when I say this, as I am lovingly choosing each word in my apology.
Now there's more to this story, guess this is as good a time as any to share it. As it turns out, during my spiritual seekings, my revelational moments and my countless 'ahaa's'... I managed to piece together more of the real me, that eternal aspect of my Self... That of my Higher Self, my reason for being. I am knowing of at least one purpose I am to fulfill on a soulful level while on earth. It has to do with the undeniable truth that my heart and soul are one in the same.
As love and truth and life are all vibrational, so does my soul exist as a vibrational essence. Through much inner exploration, acceptance of new things and being open to feeling for what is right and true to me, I now know and fully believe that my soul's eternal vibration, put to human terms is...
Salanda ananda alaa napa a
Now I know I've just lost credability here, but doubt that I have much anyway, and that's fine. But for me this is my truth and I stand in it proudly and humbly, seeking ways to give back to life for the life I was given not once, but twice! I must not be done here yet? The Salanda Ananda portions of my soul's vibratory essence came through the computer. The other portions were earnt by me through inner inititions, for want of a better word or explanation, which I won't go into. I've forgotten most of the specifics and have since recycled all my old journals, Perhaps that information simply doesn't need to exist in the physical realm as I've fully accepted all of this as my truth.
I believe Salanda stands for someone who leads by silent example and is not afraid to take risks. I remember viewing an Oprah show a number of years back. On the show she had a black woman guest who's name was also Salanda. No, I didn't copy her as I had changed names by that time. So I know I'm not the only human being walking around with that name.
That said, I'm just doing my thing, one day at-a-time and 'in'joying every minute of a simple life. Hoping I live a long, healthy, productive, purposesful, happy and love-filled existence... in service to the All. Along the way perhaps I'll have assisted one other person toward the Light. I would feel really good about that!
And right now it feels as though my poetic voice will conclude the post with this...
On earth there is much talk of the outer world
where love's deeds are lost, so easily whirled
Earth students aligning to ego's deceitful way
tossing hearted feelings every night and day
But not all are lost-some will live as the Light
as beacons of truth-living their lives as proof,
For they'll know of the glow that's ever Divine
their hearts and souls united forever to align
Wisely accept the example Jesus bestowed...
Brothers and sisters find the vibrational road!
Raise your vibrational score by deeds done
travel then Home, back into the Central Sun
I know this post is a tad extreme, that few here will care about it, even fewer will 'get it'. But I did it anyway. The urge from deep within I no longer can deny. For that I'm wiser than I know!
photo images: view out childhood bedroom windows, home abandoned now; a moment a ray of light breaks through dark gray coastal day